My friend Maria recalled an episode sometime in the 70’s.
She was visiting with me when an insurance man called at the house trying to sell me life insurance. The well-dressed sales man tried his best to convince me how I need this peace of mind, should I die, to guarantee a proper burial . To which I replied: I don’t need that! Just put me in a garbage bag and put me on the curb! Goodbye! The poor man tried to argue his point, how this was not possible as I closed the door on him.

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